User blog comment:Llamao/The Strangers/@comment-3474228-20111121205230

Twenty creatures arrived on the shores that day, each and every one the same. A machine. They sat on the sands, their fur stained red with their own blood, shards of their vessel scattered around them. The ship had already disappeared, enveloped by the tide,which had now threatened to pull those creatures into the ocean as well, until one stood up, and began to walk. And that, is how it started.

These are the Strangers ...

and they have come, to Mossflower.